Chapter 739: Chapter 740: Senior Brothers and Sisters Were Taken Away
 

“The little girl has quite a strong temperament, but with Prince here, you wishing for death is futile.”

King Weiwu spoke indifferently, turning around to point into the void and suppress the rampaging Spiritual Power within Long Xue’s body.

But it was in the blink of an eye that Li Xiaobai threw all ten of the Firecracker Thunderclaps he had exchanged for, and then sped away in his Lamborghini.

Long Xue’s words reminded him of the past, within the trial set by the Old Dragon King, where they found themselves in a similar predicament.

In the Illusionary Realm, when someone tried to capture him, Long Xue stepped forward to draw the enemy away, buying him time to escape. Months later, he returned with his divine powers completed, and he rescued Long Xue anew.

He knew that she always had the same unwavering belief in him as she did back in the Illusionary Realm, even if the adversary was an Earth Immortal Realm expert or an entire dynasty. She believed he would one day be able to rescue her and sweep across the world.

Therefore, without the slightest hesitation, after throwing all of his Firecracker Thunderclaps, he fled immediately, not looking back as he headed straight for the border.

“Trying to escape?”

“How laughable!”

Above the vault of heaven, a trace of indignation flickered in King Weiwu’s eyes. With a grasp into the void, he aimed to suppress Li Xiaobai, but at that moment, ten emerald bamboo poles suddenly appeared before him, colliding with each other.

Contained within them was a terrifying storm of Immortal Yuan, extremely unstable, as if they could explode at any moment.

Threads of terrible aura leaked out, shaking the void, causing the whole space to tremble as if some horrific event was about to occur.

“What is this?”

“This is bad, quickly protect yourselves!”

King Weiwu’s complexion changed, and with a flicker, he immediately protected several people around him.

Lulled into complacency by Li Xiaobai’s series of hidden cards, King Weiwu had never anticipated that these ten bamboo poles would be the true final move. Each bamboo pole contained a terror of Immortal Yuan on par with the peak presence of a Human Immortal Realm.

If they all exploded at once, the force would be trivial for him, but it would likely be a catastrophe for the nearby servants.

“Boom!”

The deafening explosion pierced everyone’s eardrums, and for the servants who were slightly farther from King Weiwu, it spelled disaster. The violent Immortal Yuan exploded in the void, instantly inflicting heavy injuries on them, the force rampaging through their bodies, obliterating their internal organs in an instant.

At the heart of the explosion, with shockwaves rolling, their chests were blown open, blood spraying wildly, creating a storm of blood and gore.

The light in the servants’ eyes slowly faded, their Primordial Spirits suffering irreparable damage, their vitality rapidly draining away as they collapsed to the ground, dead beyond doubt.

A second of silence fell over the scene, followed by a sudden roar of rage.

“You scoundrel, for killing my servants, you’re courting death!”

“Kill him for me!”

Enraged, King Weiwu saw ten corpses fall to the ground, lifeless. No one expected that, in the end, Li Xiaobai would wield a true weapon of destruction, instantly annihilating more than ten Human Immortal Realm experts.

His authority had been challenged, and he needed to suppress it immediately with thunderous might!

“Protect junior brother!”

“Kill!”

“Hold them back!”

From the shadows, several figures suddenly flew out, continuously hurling various Magic Treasures toward those prepared to pursue, attempting to distract them and draw their attention.

It was several senior brothers and sisters, with Su Yunbing at the forefront, frenziedly hurling various formation patterns toward a crowd of servants, not seeking to hold them back, but only hoping to divert their attention.

The others also threw out all the resources they had in hand, attempting to draw fire upon themselves and shift the gaze of those above, to buy time for Li Xiaobai’s escape.

“Ants!”

“Things that know not what it means to die!”

King Weiwu’s expression darkened so quickly it was as if it could drip water, the boundless Immortal Yuan within his Dantian erupted like a vast ocean, illuminating the entire sky, wishing to swat all these annoying flies down in one breath.

But it was at this moment that his movements came to another halt, his gaze growing slightly dazed as he looked down at the group below, suddenly recalling a rumor that the elders of the Yan Dynasty had once spoken of.

There was a rumor that in this world, there were cultivators whose cultivation speed was as fast as a thousand li per day, that even without cultivating, merely eating and sleeping would increase their power continuously and rapidly; one could say that with the effort taken to drink water, they could quickly grow stronger.

They were not so-called geniuses, but rather, they had experienced some sort of anomaly, the clearest characteristic of which was that despite their cultivation level being weak, one could still feel a force from inside them that was extremely pure and different from the Immortal Spirit Qi.

What exactly this anomaly was, even the elders of the Yan Dynasty did not know, these matters were originally absolute secrets.

Let alone the Yan Dynasty, even within a Super Sect, this was kept strictly confidential, and such cultivators were secretly protected and nurtured with resources in silence, only needing a few decades to raise an exceptional master.

However, owing to his honored status, he had once had a drinking bout with the Grand Emperor during the imperial longevity feast, and this secret was revealed by the Grand Emperor in his tipsiness.

Originally, he had planned never to speak of this secret, but unexpectedly, he had encountered several youths today who perfectly matched what the Grand Emperor had described.

From the group of six below, he could feel an extremely pure force, something that a cultivator who hadn’t even reached the Immortal Realm could not possibly have condensed.

“Prince, what’s wrong?”

Marquis Guan Junhou asked with some puzzlement, not understanding why the other party had suddenly stopped moving. With that moment of hesitation, Li Xiaobai had already vanished without a trace.

“Marquis, you take the men and pursue that boy, and make sure to capture him alive!”

“I have some questions for these few people,” King Weiwu said indifferently, driving the remaining people away.

“Compared to that boy, these few are the real gems. If they are as I suspect, then my Yan Dynasty has struck it rich!”

King Weiwu murmured to himself, dissolving the Immortal Yuan in his hand, stretched out a hand, and grabbed the seven people including Su Yunbing over.

With a light tap, he sealed the cultivation levels of the six people.

“What are your names?”

“My surname is Ancestor, my given name is Sect!”

Su Yunbing tilted her head back, her face full of disdain.

“Heh, even if you capture us, it’s no use. We brothers and sisters have sworn to never yield!”

“That’s right, as long as little master can escape, there will come a day when he will avenge us!”

“You old fart, get your neck washed and wait!”

The rest also shouted loudly, showing no sign of fear.

“Sharp-tongued, but this prince has no interest in quarreling with you. As long as you answer my questions, I might consider sparing your little junior brother.”

“Tell me honestly, do you feel your cultivation level is improving rapidly at all times, that even when you cease cultivating, the power within your body still grows quickly, and that even the effort of eating and drinking seems to make your inner strength grow, that breaking through bottlenecks is simpler than breathing?”